Old Thin Flannel

He swaddles me in soft-worn flannels to comfort my hard-won heart. He waters me washed bare smooth souled with tears of suffering and joy. He caves my soundless nights with dreams from other times replenishing live imagined memory as co-arising blind intuition's ecojustice peace flows like soft warm flannel across my bare sunned shoulders. He frees my soul to soar, soil souled sweeping dance singing songs ringing resonant silence inviting reverberation's acute response, our synergy in Gaia's karmic key of harmony. He informs my incarnate nature's love to live primal gratitude within our mutual gift identity, transactions enculturing passion's design Fragrant feelings wrapped in soft-worn flannels.